There's a dirty little town on the east side of a city made of plastic gold
Where the the old come to die and the young have to dig all the holes
They take their dirty little lies to grave with 'em
That they brought along in luggage with no names on 'em
And leave behind boxes filled with all their souls
Crushing us in this black hole In this black..

Its our time to take it back
Beat the walls until the crack
Burn the city to the ground

Look in every damn direction for a way out from the wall of people closing in Reaching for my pockets taking every single penny they can
They got their fat fingers stuck inside the pocket of
People doing anything to make a buck
Taking every opportunity they can to hurt us
Then complaining that we don't trust!

No we shouldn't trust them..
Its our time to take it back
Beat the walls until the crack
Burn the city to the ground

Its our time to take it back
Beat the walls until the crack
Burn the city to the ground

in the middle of a one horse
everybody knows me
telling my business town.
in the middle of a dead stop
Traffic jam city.
Doing everythingto keep me down
In the back of a line of people
Waiting for death to come
So I'm skipping to the front
So I can show'em how it's done

Its our time to take it back
Beat the walls until the crack
Burn the city to the ground

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General CommentIn my opinion, this song is about the state of today's society; like many other songs on the album, it carries a certain double meaning. While it could be about the rich, it could also be about the overly-glamorous media portrayal of celebrities in today's world. "city made of plastic gold, could refer to a city made of money (money not being true happiness) or it could be a city made of plastic smiles, or a combination of the two.

The part about "old coming to die" and "young digging all of the holes" I believe is in direct reference to the pollution, conspiracies and general rape of today's youthful generation by the current administrations across the globe. We will never know their true intentions "lies to the grave" and leave us with plenty of burden to bear "boxes filled with all their souls."

The chorus is obviously about overcoming these obstacles by force.

"people closing in reaching for my pockets taking every single penny they can" is probably accusing corporations today of screwing us. College loans, house, car, bills; all the things they make us want, on top of it, and always with a % here and there, where "fat fingers stuck inside the pocket of people doing anything to make a buck" referres to minimum wager workers, desperate for anything, being bled dry by the government and corporations. "Then complain we don't trust!" is probably in reference to how we refuse to fall in line and let them pass every law they want; or possibly a shot at the law, saying it's their law, not ours, and those who break it may be justified.